The Daily Life of the Immortal King

September 5th, the twenty-third day of the official start of the summer vacation.

There is still about a month before the end of the summer vacation, and the return date of each Xiuzhen high school is advanced, which means that although the start of school is October 7, in fact, the day of returning to school on October 1 has to be handed in. Homework and a new round of entrance tests.

Half a year later, Wang Ling still remembered the embarrassment he felt when he first entered No. 60 Middle School. The new round of entrance examinations would not affect the class placement, but would only evaluate each student's comprehensive ability after half a year of study. There are those who have improved, and those who have lost the chain... The key lies in the extent of this improvement.

And this is also a new round of "scoring points" problem that Wang Ling is facing now.

This exam is much more difficult to score, because he has to clearly know the learning situation of everyone in his class, and then calculate the extent of improvement, and finally decide how much he has improved...

That's right, even in terms of improvement, Wang Ling still had to hold down points for himself, keeping himself at the middle level of the progressives in the class.

For summer homework, Wang Ling has never had a liking for procrastination, and he will not choose to find a fast food restaurant to make up for it in the last few days of the holiday like 99% of people.

When writing homework, Wang Ling prefers to be orderly, and for Wang Ling, some copying homework does not require him to do it himself.

In terms of handwriting, Wang Ling has already put the global font database into his brain. It is quite easy to imitate handwriting by using the magical power of "Da Ma Liang Shu", so even if Wang Ling doesn't practice handwriting, he doesn't have to worry about his handwriting being ugly. .

Every time when homework was handed in, including exams, Teacher Pan always felt that Wang Ling's words were printed out, each word was square and square...

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The last summer homework is to write a report.

This is also the homework assigned by each class teacher, it must be completed, and it is also a bonus item for graduation.

Wang Ling doesn't really care if he adds points or not, but if he doesn't write this report, points will be deducted...

The topic of the report: "My Classmates".

Requirements: After getting along for half a semester, you must have known and understood your classmates. Please write an evaluation of no less than 800 words for each of the five most familiar classmates in the class, and talk about your relationship with the classmate. Stories about how students got to know each other and how they got along

"..."

kindness……

Wang Ling searched the homework requirements assigned by Teacher Xia Pan in his mind, and felt a sense of melancholy that he hadn't seen for a long time.

An 800-word composition is actually not much... But to write five essays, it's a bit much!

The key is that we can’t let the pen and eraser do it for us. These two monsters are mechanized writing. Wang Ling remembered the composition he wrote for himself with the pen. Copy it again from the "Classic Encyclopedia"?

So, that assignment... the Chinese teacher gave it a low score.

The disadvantage of mechanized writing is that there is no emotion in what is written, and the traces of copying the selected compositions are too serious.

This report should be written as a true story.

Wang Ling felt that at least he had to have a deeper understanding of the five people before he could start writing.

And when it comes to the five people who have the deepest relationship with him in the class.

Chen Chao, Guo Erdan, Lin Xiaoyu, Little Peanut, and actually the author doesn't know who this is, but she still hasn't forgotten Rong Sun...

Of the five people, four of them were included in the "Strictly Beware" list by him at the beginning of the school year.

In the blink of an eye, half a semester has passed.

"Time flies so fast..." Wang Ling murmured unconsciously.

It's only been half a semester since I wrote more than 900 chapters. In fact, Wang Ling doesn't know how many chapters the author will have to write until he graduates from high school... No, maybe he should ask, how many days are left to finish.

After all, this shameless and immoral author only updates one chapter a day.

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Every time he thought of this, Wang Ling couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He calmed himself down, and then opened his eyes. When the golden petals bloomed in the pupils, Wang Tong's pupil power had been fully released.

A ray of light penetrated into the void, opening up a piece of past history, and he was retrieving the memory about Chen Chao.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Ling had come to a sea of ​​stars from the desk. This was the memory space that Wang Tong had infiltrated, and beside him at the moment were all the memory fragments about Chen Chao.

He reached out and grabbed a fragment in his palm...

A memory that did not belong to Wang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind.

All kinds of memories and images are vivid on the paper like old photos.

4383...

When Chen Chao was 3 years old, he already remembered things.

The Chen family runs a martial arts gym, and Dad Chen is the curator of the martial arts gym.

One night in late December, the weather in Songhai City suddenly turned cold, and the bitter cold wind accompanied the snowflakes falling profusely.

When Chen Chao woke up, a thick layer had already accumulated outside.

The sky had just dawned, and the world outside was covered with snow, and the faint light from the clouds shone on the snowflakes, causing Chao Chen to open his eyes a little uncomfortable.

In fact, it was just before six o'clock.

That night, Super Chen slept in his gymnasium.

When he opened his eyes, there was already the sound of driving a wooden dummy outside the door.

In the courtyard in front of the gymnasium, Dad Chen arranged some martial arts equipment here.

Although the three-year-old Chao Chen couldn't fully understand how to use these equipment, he knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to deal with these equipment every day.

In the courtyard, Father Chen was barefoot, showing his strong muscles, and was fighting with the wooden dummy in the courtyard with bare feet.

He stretched out his fist, and quickly retracted his action like a viper. Super Chen's eyes were so fundamental that it was so difficult to even catch the shadow of the fist.

Letting Chen Chao live in the martial arts hall was done on purpose by Chen's father. Their Chen family has practiced ancient martial arts for generations. Nowadays, in the era of universal cultivation, physical arts are still an indispensable part.

But now, more and more children would rather be a mage who puts fireballs behind his back than a man who goes forward and charges into the battle with his superb physical skills.

In Dad Chen's opinion, a real man should step forward and charge forward! Instead of Gou patronizing spells behind his back.

Seeing that Chen Chao woke up, Father Chen knew his time had come. He lowered his breath completely, and exhaled a puff of white air from his mouth. Super Chen opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Want to learn, kid?" Father Chen looked at Super Chen.

"Think!" Super Chen has been infected.

"Good boy!" Father Chen patted Chen Chaoyuan's rumbling little head, picked him up from the inner room, and walked to an old locust tree.

Father Chen: "Go, kid."

Chen Chao: "???"

Father Chen: "If you want to practice martial arts, you must first pluck the tree. From today on, you will use your hands to pluck the bark. Until the tree is bald."

Chen Chao: "???"

Wang Ling: "..."